Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2010 18:13:11 -0400
From: conislancio@gmail.com
Subject: Camp Staff Memories: Chapter 14

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CAMP STAFF MEMORIES - CHAPTER 14

I made my way back to my tent.  Todd was there packing his dirty clothes in
a duffel bag.

"Hey Sambo, what's shakin?" he hailed.

"Hey Todd, how's it going?  Where are you headed for the weekend?"

"Well, I'm heading to my apt. at school to do some laundry tonight.  And
then Scott's going to come and spend the weekend tomorrow, if he can talk
his parents into it.  He lives in town anyway."

"Well, you should have a good time, then.  Let me know if his ass is as
sweet as you think it is."

"Oh, I will.  I plan to get to know that ass inside out.  What about you?
Where is dreamboat taking you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked a little taken aback.

"Oh come on - Luca's fucking gorgeous and you two are very into each other.
I can tell when I see you together."

"Really?  Do you think it's that obvious?"

"No.  Not to these fucking hicks, but I think you have a crush.  Don't
worry about it.  I think he is the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen.
If you weren't after him, I would be."

"Well, I don't know where we're going.  It's a surprise."

"How romantic," he laughed, "Don't forget your rubbers." He tossed me a
strip of four blue Trojans.

I packed up a few pair of shorts and T-shirts.  I threw in a nicer shirt as
well and my sneakers.  I dressed in a pair of faded and torn cargo shorts
and a white T-Shirt that fit my upper body nice and snug.  I threw in my
shower things and a clean towel and I was ready.  I still had 15 minutes
until I was to meet them so I sat on my cot and lit a cigarette as I
watched Todd continued to collect his dirty laundry.

"So," I said, "Have you fucked around with Scott yet?"

"I've fingered his ass, that's it.  But he's so damn sexy I just have to
fuck him.

And I'm pretty sure he wants it... bad.  He seems to be quite the little
cum slut."

"Yeah," I paused.  "He gave me a terrific blow job a little while ago."

Todd turned with surprised grin, "No shit.  Maybe you're turning into the
slut, Sambo.  You're really gettin around."  He laughed.

I chuckled, too.  "Yeah, I know.  But it was a damn good BJ.  He slurped up
every little drop of cum I had to give and he came without even using his
hands while he was sucking me off.  He really is a horny little slut, isn't
he?"

"Yeah," replied Todd, "He flirts like crazy and makes me so horny I can't
stand it.

I am going to pound his sweet little ass until he begs me to stop."

"Somehow, I can't picture him begging to stop."

"Probably, but I'm sure going to try."

I finished my smoke.  "Well, have a good weekend.  I'm going to head out
now."

"Good luck with your bronze god.  You two will be so hot together.  Maybe
you'll let me watch sometime," he laughed, "Don't do anything I wouldn't
do."

"Hah, that's not saying much, you sleeze."

He smiled wickedly at me as I hoisted my duffel and backpack and headed
down the trail.

All three of us hit the parking lot at the same time.  We loaded our bags
in the back and climbed in.  I sat in the back seat and Luca sat up front
with Chris.  It was a short drive into town - it took about 15 minutes.
Chris dropped Luca and I off in front of a news stand-convenience store.

I was a little apprehensive as Chris drove off.  Standing there on the
sidewalk, Luca assured me everything was taken care of and our ride would
be here in 10 minutes.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked Luca, gesturing toward the
store front.

"I would love a Coca Cola," he said.

"OK.  I'll be right back."  I went into the store and bought a pack of
smokes and each of us a cold bottle of Coke.

"Here it comes," said Luca about 10 minutes later, gesturing down the
street.

I almost choked on my Coke as I spotted a black limousine approach and pull
up to the curb in front of us.  The windows were all tinted and mirrored
and on the front of each front fender was perched a small Greek flag.  The
few people that were out on the street stopped and stared at the limo, the
likes of which obviously had never been seen in the rural town of Rackston
before.

The driver was dressed in a black suit with a smart hat and dark black
sunglasses.  He was husky sort of guy in a muscular sense.  He gave the
impression that I did not want to fuck with him.

"Signore Tsapatoris?" the driver addressed Luca as he came around the front
of the car and bowed slightly.

"Yes, I am Luca.  This is my friend Sam who will be traveling with me
today."

"Hello, Sam," he spoke with accented English.  "I am Stephan.  May I take
your bags?"  He picked up our bags and placed them carefully in the trunk
of the limo.  I was slightly embarrassed that he was treating my beat up
green duffel bag with such care.

Stephan came around and opened the door to the back of the limo and stood
waiting for us to board.  "I trust everything will be to your satisfaction,
Signore."

"I am sure everything is just fine, Stephan.  Thank you," replied Luca,
"After you, my love," he said gesturing for me to get into the car.  I
barely registered the way he addressed me.

I got into the limo and moved across to the seat on the far side.  This was
the most comfortable thing I had ever sat in.  The air-conditioned
temperature was perfect and there was a good three feet beyond where my
feet stretched out in front of me.

Luca got in after me and settled himself into the seat on my right.
Stephan closed the door and walked around to get into the driver's seat.
There was a glass partition between our compartment and the driver's seat.

Over an intercom, Stephan spoke, "Signore Luca and Signore Sam, the drive
should take about two hours and I have called ahead to confirm that
everything will be ready for you when we arrive."

Luca pressed a button on the console between us and said, "Thank you,
Stephan."

The car pulled out smoothly as the townspeople stared after us.

"This is sweet," I finally said, "How much did this cost?"

"I do not know.  Rank has its privileges, no?" he grinned.  "I told you my
father was in diplomatic service.  I believe he arranged for this "sweet"
ride through the embassy in your capital, Washington D.C."

"Why didn't he just pick us up at Camp?" I asked.

"He could have, but I did not want to display all of this to the rest of
the staff.  I do not want to be treated any differently than just one of
the boys.  That is why I had Chris drop us off early so no one would see
this," he gestured around the compartment.  "I would prefer that everyone
not know about my family's status or wealth."

"Now," Luca said, "Can I kiss you?"

"Sure," I said looking into his smiling face.

We leaned across the console and kissed deeply.  Luca's hand moved behind
my head to my neck as he pulled me closer to him.  I placed my left hand on
his chest, feeling his firm pectoral beneath his tight white shirt and
feeling the presence of his erect nipple under the soft fabric.  We kissed
for about a minute and I felt my cock tingle and stir from the excitement.

"Whew," I sighed when we separated, " that was nice."

"I have missed you, Sam.  We have not been together much in the past few
days.

I am looking forward to having you all to myself for a few days."

"I have missed you, too, Luca," I said, "Probably more than is good for me,
but...

oh well," I shrugged and smiled.  "So where the hell are we going, anyway?
Are you going to tell me now?"

"Yes, I think I will tell you now.  Right now we are going to Billington.
And then we are going to my home."

"Huh?  You have a home in Billington?  I didn't know that."

"No, silly.  My home, or at least the one we are going to, is in
Thessolonika.  The airstrip is in Billington."

"Uh... what the?"  I stammered, "Thessolonika!? Isn't that in Greece?  What
airstrip?  What are you talking about?"  I was stammering and stuttering
making little sense.

"Relax," Luca was laughing, "You are so fucking cute, I could eat you up."
He leaned over and kissed me and then took my hand in his.

"There is a private jet waiting for us in Billington.  We are flying to
Thessolonika tonight, where we will spend the weekend and return on Sunday
morning.  I have to take care of some things at the ranch and the office
for my father."

"But...," I did not know how to respond, "I don't have a passport or
anything."

"I have arranged for officials at the airport to issue you a temporary
passport because I knew you would not have yours with you.  Relax, my love,
and enjoy yourself.

I told you I have taken care of everything.  Have you ever been to Greece?"

"I have never even been to Europe."

"You will be able to see where I live and meet some of my friends, maybe.
You might even get to meet my parents, but I am not sure about that."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "You're serious!  I can't believe this.  This is
so cool.  You are amazing."  I launched myself out of my seat and on top of
Luca, hugging him and kissing him.

Luca laughed at my enthusiasm and, once I had returned to my seat, said,
"You are so, so cute.  I just adore you, Sam."

"I really like you, too, Luca," I said, "I can't believe that someone like
you could like someone like me."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, you are so worldly and grown up and fucking amazingly beautiful and
I'm just so...so...plain," I replied.

"He took my hand and caressed it in his.  "Sam, you are smart and charming
and very mature for your age," he said looking me straight in the eye, "And
you are also fucking amazingly beautiful."  I laughed and blushed.

"I need to be very careful with you," he continued, "Because I could easily
let myself fall in love with you."

I did not respond, but just rested my hand on his thigh, savoring the touch
of him.

In my thoughts, I realized that I think I was falling in love with Luca.
That sort of scared me, because of what he had just said.  I knew that a
serious relationship was not possible, but I was also glad we had found
each other.

The rest of the way to Billington we chatted about various different
things.  I told him about my little detour with Scott on the way to
showers.  He said he thought that something had happened, based on us being
late and the way Scott kept looking at me.

Funny I did not notice that, but did tell him that he was on Scott's list
of boys to conquer.

Luca just chuckled.  He agreed that Scott's ass was extremely cute and
fuckable and said maybe next time he was feeling slutty he would find
Scott.

The drive did not seem like two hours, but we arrived at the airport just
before 8:00 PM.  We drove to a gate in a tall fence and a security officer
came out and spoke with Stephan.  Next the gate opened and our limo pulled
through and continued down a road along the inside of the fence, away form
the terminal.  Stephan pulled around the front of a large hanger and
stopped the car.

Walking around to Luca's side of the car, Stephan opened the door and stood
as the two of us climbed out onto the tarmac.  The limo had parked between
the hanger and a small jet that was parked on the tarmac.  There was a set
of stairs leading up to the door in the side of the jet and a man in a
pilot's uniform standing at the foot.

Luca took my hand and led me over to the steps, where he had a brief
conversation with the pilot in Greek, of which I did not understand a word.
The pilot handed Luca an envelop.

"Come," he said, "They are ready to go."

"What about our bags?" I asked.  Luca smiled and pointed toward Stephan who
was getting them from the trunk and the pilot who was helping him.

We climbed the steps and went into the plane.  If was small, but very
luxurious.  I saw another pilot in the cockpit on my left, apparently
preparing for the flight.  Luca led me by the hand to the right into the
cabin.  There were two very comfortable looking and large leather chairs
with a small table between them on the left side and on the right was a
leather couch that could probably seat three people comfortably.  On the
front wall there was a flat-screen monitor to the right of the door and
some cabinets on the left.  There was a door on the rear wall with an unlit
sign that said something in Greek over top of it.  I assumed this was the
bathroom.

The pilot and Stephan followed us on the plane with our bags.

It was Stephan who spoke, "Signores, we will put your bags in the wardrobe
for you.  Will you be requiring anything else before take off?"

"No, Stephan," replied Luca, "Thank you for your hospitality, as always."

Stephan bowed and then left.  The pilot pulled a lever and the steps folded
up into the plane, creating a door over the opening.  He then moved a large
latch, which locked the door in place.  Then he turned and stood in the
entrance to the cabin and addressed Luca again in Greek.

Luca replied in Greek as well and the pilot turned, closed the door to the
cabin, and made his way tot he cockpit.